[voice / video.]

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[There's a bit of static, and a skyphone post. Gadalar's first, of course. His voice is accented, but brisk. Very brisk. And speaking in Aradjian. He's obviously in no mood for small-talk.]

Mihli. Zazarg.
... Najelith. If you're there, respond.

[And he switches to the common tongue. The camera flicks on - and pans across his uniform- crimson, hardened leather with intricate workings of pure gold and a rather expensive looking white silk. There's a few gems worked into it, but they're sparse. His face is unseen.]

If any of you lot have seen a galkan monk, a mithran white mage, or a hume female ranger wearing this attire, speak up. I have little time for this.

[The camera flicks off, yet the audio feed remains active.]

Well?

[video // filtered to Denzel and Marlene]

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[Cloud is stood by the monument in Luca's central plaza, where the cafe and stalls are. He's wearing his sunglasses because, damn, it's bright out and he's tired of being blinded by the sunlight.]

Meet me out here. We'll spend the day together. Tell Tifa I told you to come and meet me.

[He smiles slightly.] I'll let you guys decide what we do.

[Cloud cuts the feed. He wants to try fixing the small rift between them all.]